Eminem - Old Time's Sake lyrics

Good evening
This is your fucking captain speaking
We will soon be reaching an altitude of 4 million and a half feet
That’s 8 million miles in the sky
Please... undo your seat-belt for takeoff...
*Pssfft* You are now free to smoke about the cabin, cabin

Dre:

I'm Dre from,
Back in the day, from
N.W.A., from black and the gray, from
Choking a bitch, to smacking her face from
Stacking up bodies to, packing the Ks up
Racking them pits to, stacking them crates up
I’m still, hungry and I’m back with a tape worm
And we what's happenin' in rap entertainment
Me and Shady as far as competition?
Faggot, there ain't none

Eminem:

Speak of the devil, it's attack of the Rain Man
Chainsaw in hand, bloodstain on my apron
Soon as the blade spun, *vrrunn* they run away from
Who want to play dungeon? No one is safe from
In search of a brain surgeon, a great one
Wait, it ain't funny man, it's urgent I need one!
Two boxes of deter-gent and a paint gun
And an emerr-gency squirt gun to spray A.1.

Chorus:

So one more time, for old time's sake
Dre, drop that beat, and scratch that break!
Now just, blow a little bit of that smoke my way, and let's go!
(You are now smoking with the best... best)
I said one more time, for old time's sake!
Dre, drop that beat, and scratch that break!
Now just, send a little bit of that smoke my way, and let's goo!
(You are now smoking with the best... best)

Hypnotized, by the sound, I surround, the hydrants
Taking lives, of firemen
Say goodbye, here I am again...
Naked wives, and viicodin
Before I begin, to get so high, pussy boy I could spin
Then, then, fuck the handle I fly off the hinge
Let that boy off the bench, coach, and throw it to him
There he goes, in his trench coat, and no clothes again
Baby make us some French Toast, and show us some skin
I'll show you every inch, gross of my fooreskin
Show me nipple I'll pinch both, and throw up a ten
Now you know it's a sin, to tease, blow us again
The sorcerer of intercourse, if it's forced, it's him
Don't fight the feelin' if you're feelin' the force, within
And when you wake up in the mornin' next to the porcelain

Chorus:

So one more time, for old time's sake
Dre, drop that beat, and scratch that break!
Now just, blow a little bit of that smoke my way, and let's go!
(You are now smoking with the best... best)
I said one more time, for old time's sake!
Dre, drop that beat, and scratch that break!
Now just, send a little bit of that smoke my way, and let's goo!
(You are now smoking with the best... best)

Dre:

Now where there's smoke, there's fire
Where there's fire, there's flames
Where there's flames, there's chronic
Either you're high, or you ain't
I got no time for no games...

Eminem:

Nuh-uh, he ain't playin'
He's gon' get the A.K. and aim it right at your bra-aiin
I'm slightly insa-aane
Vodka and Creatine
Hypnotic and Redbull, it's an incredible energy driink
And it's givin' me wings, I believe I can fly
While I pee on a girl, you won't catch me C.S.I. !
It's as easy as pie, and as simple as cake
Dre get on the mic and make em tremble and shaake!

Dre:

Now put your smoke up in the air
Raise your Henny and Coke
And if you really wanna get fucked up, just let me know
We can smoke, 'til there's no more lighter fluid to do it
Let's get into it, you're smokin' with the triedest and truest
I got the Midas Touch, when it comes to rollin' shit up
You mothafuckas ain't smokin, you're just holdin' shit up
Now here we go, let's get up, get down, hold up a blunt
I smoke the kinda stuff that makes the records go Number One
Cuz if at first you don't succeed, won't hurt to smoke some weed
Now them words are jus' a little more, personal for me
Seein' as how, I blew up off of puffin' them trees...

Eminem:

Was luck enough for me, fuck ya!
Light it up, Cheech!
Come on, smoke me up, cuz, give me contact buzz!
Get me on track, they love me when I’m on that stuff!
"But this is Earth calling, Shady man, come on back!"
What?
"Man, we're losing him, he won’t even respond back, Fuck!"
Now look at all the pretty women in here
(Dre:)
"Damn, bitches!"
Dre it’s hot, I think we better go check on their teemperatuures
I’ll get the thermometer, you get the baandaages
Now baby just bend over this won’t hurt a damn bit, just...

Chorus:

And give me one more time, for old time's sake!
Dre, drop that beat, and scratch that break!
Now just, blow a little bit of that smoke my way, and let's go!
(You are now smoking with the best... best)
I said one more time, for old time's sake!
Dre, drop that beat, and scratch that break!
Now just, send a little bit of that smoke my way, and let's goo!
(You are now smoking with the best... best)

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